Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
were born, you cried and the world rejoiced.
Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.
is no Death! What seems so is transition;
This life of mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call Death.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
know in due course that your glory lies where you cease to exist.
I'm suggesting to you is that your life is an episode in a
larger story. And that larger story is the story of your soul.
And when you die, when you go home, your friends who are five
sensory, limited to the five senses, will put the date of your
death on your gravemarker. But your multi-sensory friends will
write ... to be continued!
Gary Zukav (on The Oprah Winfrey Show, in 2000)
spirit returns unto God who gave it.
comes to all, but for disciples there should be none of the
usual glamour and distress. I would say to you, look not back
at the past. In that direction lie glamour and distress. It
is the usual direction and the line of least resistance for
the majority. But such is not the way for you. Look not either
to revelation or to the imparted illusory comfort of those
who hover on the dividing line between the seen and the unseen.
Again, that is not the way for you. You are not a distressed
and bereaved disciple looking anxiously at the separating veil
and hoping for some sign to come through which will convince
you that all is well ...
up to the heights of the soul, and having sought and found
that pinnacle of peace and that altitude of joy whereon your
soul immovably stands, then looking into the world of "living" mena
threefold world in which all menincarnate and discarnateare
to be found. Find there that which your own soul can and
will recognize. The glamours of one's own distress, the maya
of the past, distort ever one's point of view. Only the soul
stands clear from illusion, and only the soul sees things
as they are. Mount, therefore, to the soul.
Alice A. Bailey, Discipleship
in the New Age, Vol. I, p. 463
for a wave is the moment the wave realizes that it is water. At that
moment, all fear of death disappears.
Thich Nhat Hanh
live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
William Cullen Bryant
more I observe and study things, the more convinced I become
that sorrow over separation and death is perhaps the greatest
delusion. To realize that it is a delusion is to become free.
There is no death, no separation of the substance.
Mohandas K. Gandhi, Letters to a Disciple
is the secret of the world that all things subsist and do not
die, but only retire a little from sight and afterwards return
again ... nothing is dead; men feign themselves dead, and endure
mock funerals and mournful Obituaries, and there they stand looking
out of the window, sound and well, in some new and strange disguise.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
eternal, and love is immortal.
Death is only a horizon and a horizon is nothing save the limit of
Rossiter Worthington Raymond
go of suffering is truly the hardest work we will do. We can't
wait until our mind is clouded and the body wracked with discomfort
to do work that seems so impenetrable. ... western culture
doesn't recognize dying as a state of grace, nor the power
of mercy and compassion. Freedom from suffering is when your
happiness is no longer dependent on the content of your mind,
but on the capacities of your heart. If you're not letting
go of it, you're getting buried by it.
saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow and called out, "It
tastes sweet, does it not?"
caught me," grief answered, "and you've ruined my
business. How can I sell sorrow, when you know it's a blessing?"
is to give light must endure burning.
whole world is a narrow bridge, a very narrow bridge, and the
main thing is not to be afraid.
Hasidic saying attributed to Rabbi Nachman of Braslav
lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared
to what lies within us.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
is in the nature of all things that take form to dissolve again.
if the earthly no longer knows your name, whisper to the silent earth:
Rainer Maria Rilke
Before you leave the body, reduce one fool on this planet.
And that is none other than you!"
It is easier to resist at the begining than at the
- Fortune Cookie
Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.
Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
- Henry Scott Holland
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